Io Triumphe! I have won the prize,For in my arms the fair Corinna lies.Nor jealous husband, nor a guardian's care,Nor door defended with a double bar,Could fence against a lover's artifice,For in my arms the fair Corinna lies.With reason of my victory I boast,The conquest gain'd, and yet no blood is lost;I scal'd no walls, I pass'd no ditch profound,Safe were my wars, and all without a wound.My only work a charming girl to gain;The pleasure well rewards the little pain.Ten years the Greeks did in one siege employ,But levell'd were, at length, the walls of Troy;What glory was there by th' Atrides won,So many chiefs before a single town!Not thus did I my pleasant toils pursue,And the whole glory to myself is due;Myself was horse and foot, myself aloneThe captain and the soldier was in one,